War Child
The screaming stopped
At the top of the stairs
Winding down into the darkness below
We the children shivered in fear
As bombs rained down like thunderous clouds
We were told, "you are safe my child"
How can we be safe?
When mother and father walk above?
How can life go on?
When there is no life at all?
The smoke has cleared
We rise like the dead from the dungeons below
Some of us weep in mothers arm
Some of us weep, for we have no mothers at all
We all weep for there is no happiness
Yet the screaming has stopped
I am just a small child
I shake in fear
As I stare at those around me
They seem as me, small and afraid
But I shiver in dark thoughts as I wonder
Who of them
Will grow up
And make the bombs rain yet again
Who of them
Will make us all feel the pain
Why must sins like arrows fly?
Into the child’s heart
So that future generations
Die before birth
I am simply a child
Who asks you, why?
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